"Don't fall in love with me sweetheart" Dean cockly grinned resting his back against baby the 1967 Chevy Impala.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. You should be worrying about falling in love with me Winchester" You teasingly wink and put your gun in the trunk.

~Five years later~

You walked into Dean's room since he had been acting weird lately. "what's your problem?"

"I love you..." Dean whispered.